Irvin didn't speak or beg because he knew it would make Arthur angry. But he couldn't take it anymore.
The physical torture hadn't started yet, but his mind was already being tortured. He wanted it to end as soon as possible. Even death doesn't sound so bad right now.
Arthur looked at him in surprise and asked, "Why are you crying? This is a great opportunity for the two of us to learn. I will learn more techniques, and you will learn how far you can go before you can break."
"Because you will break. That much is certain. Only the time you will break is the variable factor here."
Irvin wept more. Tears streamed down his eyes freely, and mucus began to pour out of his nose.
He didn't want to be tortured, so he began talking. "My money is a house on the fifth street. I put it in a crack in a wall."
Arthur's face was gloomy as Irvin spoke. But Irvin didn't stop talking. He said everything he had to say regardless of how angry Arthur got.
